Rick Ross - Mastermind Album Lyrics

Rick Ross Lyrics

Mastermind Lyrics
(Lyrics to the Full Album on one page)


[Intro: Rick Ross]
"Push it to the limit"
"Everyday I'm hustlin"
"Ten years later time for me to cash out"

[Interlude: Napoleon Hill]
Now here are some interesting facts about the mastermind which give you an idea of how important it is and how necessary that you embrace this principal and make use of it in attaining success in your chosen occupation

First of all, it is the principal through which you may borrow and use the education, the experience, the influence and perhaps the capital of other people in carrying out your own plans in life. It is the principle through which you can accomplish in one year more than you could accomplish without it in the lifetime if you depend entirely upon your own efforts for success

There is no such thing as something for nothing. Everything, including your personal success, has a price that must be paid

[Outro: Rick Ross]
I just upped my stock, f*ck them cops
If you love hip-hop bust them shots



Rich Is Gangsta

[Verse 1]
I just upped my stock, f*ck them cops
If you love hip-hop bust them shots
Your man is priceless, if your man is loyal
Better give that man a raise your end up paying for it
If you cut it, call it Jam Master Jay
No Adidas but I rock a brick a day
Talk about the jewels outta reach
Please, so I came back with a bigger piece
Nigga please, so I came back with a bigger piece
You still smokin' weed on your car chase
I'm pullin' off the car lot screamin' God's grace
Before the crib you gotta clear the guard's gate
Elevators like Frank's on Scarface
New Presidential had that [?]
Like a G, I gave the Cartier to Wale
Then I gave Meek Mill a Range Rover
Told Warner Brothers that the game's over

For me moving forward from here on I need 50
I ain't talking 50 cent neither, haha

[Verse 2]
I came back a rich nigga
Young mogul, Bo Jackson, I'm a switch hitter
They want me face down on the pavement
Gang members claiming I need to make a payment
It's hard for a young black executive
Can't you see we're all f*cking relatives
Relatively easy we can go to war
F*ck it, we can go to war
Chasing me a hundred million, inshallah
Fresh up out the Feds, welcome home Jabar
I watch him pray five times a day
Same one that use [?]
AK's in his heyday
Benz coupe, wood frames, low fade
Got the cubans, got the boats, got the ZOES
Worth much more than gold
So what's your goals? All my shit went gold
I remember smoking mid grade
Till I went and got my shit straight
I'm spittin' like it's a f*cking mixtape
Till they seen a ghost with [?]
Sitting in the trap blowing thick smoke
Traffic in my [?]
Feds tore apart the squad
That's why I had to play the part
That wasn't me, that was a job
It gets deeper, that was just a start
Screaming in my sleep, I know Lord hear me
Death to you f*ckboys, on my 4th Bentley

Gangsta, rich is gangsta
This is gangsta
Yeah, rich is gangsta
You know where we came from
Look where we at



Drug Dealers Dream

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[Rick Ross]
This on everything I love
I done came too far to look back
Lord protect my soul, you heard me?

[Verse 1]
Mighty Muhammad, son of Osama
Son of a bitch, one time for my momma
Tats on my back, tats on my face
Bitch I'm a don, can you relate?
It's never too late, my niggas, relate
Never would say, my niggas is saints
Know I'm a sinner, God give me my sentence
Labelled a hustler, look at my Benz
One time for Black, nigga, one time for Nut, nigga
One time for Gucci, nigga, one time for Cano, nigga
One time for Bizzle, nigga, these my realest niggas
One time for Trav, nigga, and all them dope dealers

Murder, a mothaf*ckin' murder
No you didn't see it but I know you bitches heard it
Blood on the corner, damn I miss my dawg
I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter, in another life he ballin'

[Verse 2]
Is this a drug dealers dream?
Cause all I ever see is niggas dyin' from disease
Mansion on the water, home in the hills
Let the Fed tell it, it really isn't his
Photograph our endeavors, plottin' potential set-ups
See me as a promotion, tax charges, etcetera
Confiscated the whips, concentratin' on flips
Contemplatin' the trip, congregatin' for bricks
Lord knows I'm a sinner, it was cold in the winter
Eatin' out of the trash, shit would make you a killer
Lord forgive these bitches, gettin' their money strippin'
Chasin' this fast money, next time we'll do it different
Shoutout to KOD, shoutout to Onyx
Shoutout to MMG, cause we the hottest


[Verse 3]
Aggravated with hoes, distracted all of my foes
Niggas want to be friends, we just takin' control
Nigga vision the clearest, I get shooters on clearance
Barely fit in a Lambo but did it for the appearance
I seen a rich nigga go to jail
He put Wi Fi in his cell
Middle of the night, my nigga wanna Skype
I just count money for him, that shit just get him hype
They say it's hard to smile with a double life
In the middle of the night with a bloody knife
Lord give him a chance, every man should be free
He wanted him a degree but got him a ki
Open that door, just hopin' for more
They gave him a bond, I gave him a Porsche
I gave him a name, I gave him a shot
I gave him the game, I gave him a block
Smokin' on that gas, I be thinkin' too fast
Drug dealer's dream, now let's count this cash
Dope boy tatted on my neck
A real dope boy, I never write a check




Shots Fired

Slow down

I just heard a bunch of gunshots go off my... sibling just left on her bike to go
Oh my God, they're turning around and coming back


I'm hanging up, I'm hiding, bye

Okay, m'am, how many shots did you hear?

I don't know, I don't know, but they're coming back. I'm hiding

"We're being told by people here on the scenes, specifically the manager that a famous rapper was riding in that car when someone opened fire shooting at that car, that car crashing into that building. Police cleaning up the shell-casing markings that were here just a few moments ago. This is still under investigation"

"There was a rapidfire 9 or 10, 9 or 10 shots. You know, rapidfire with rapid succession and odd enough it wasn't a handgun, it was some kind of a rifle."

"Police have leads, but no strong description of the shooter or the shooters who appeard to have targetted South Florida based rapper Rick Ross as he drove down the street"




[Intro: Diddy]
You wanted to f*cking walk around these roaches
These niggas is roaches
These niggas is mere motherf*ckin' mortals
I'm tryna push you to supreme being
You don't wanna motherf*ckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherf*ckin' dark
Where it's lonely
You can't handle the motherf*ckin', the pain
Of the motherf*ckin' not knowin' when the shit is gonna stop

[Hook: French Montana]
Mama's trying to save me
But she don't know I'm trying to save her
Man, them niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this paper
You're nobody 'till somebody kills you

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
"Blast for me" - the last words from my nigga
On the pavement, born killers, body shivers
Drug money, dollar figures
Hustlers moving out of rentals
All the war is mental
Having sushi down in Nobu
Strapped like an Afghan soldier
Nowhere to go to so it's bang
No survivors, only riders on my rider
Murder rate rises, stalking niggas on their IG's
Never IB, still solo, underarm is still Polo
No wire, on fire
My desire for fine things made me a liar
A shooter, getting high feeling like it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK with the cooler
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
I pray you smoke with me
Go to bed with a kilo like a c-note
Janet Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino
Pretty cars in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways
Double up, crime pays


[Interlude: Diddy]
You f*cking wanna walk around with these niggas?
What the f*ck is their culture?
Where the f*ck is their souls at?
What defines you?
These niggas with these f*cking silly looks on their faces
You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga?
Make up your got damn mind

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm from where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure
Where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk up on me, I cock it
New Mercedes as it peels off
Nothing penetrates the steel doors
Gang signs, see 'em all
I said my prayer as I'm counting sheep
Never really athletic, but I play for keeps
Do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue filling with more snitches
We kill 'em and taking their bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a winter night
Black bottles when the feeling like you wanna know what winter's like
And I'm never on that tour bus
Just a decoy for niggas, the PJ's, there's two of us
Ciroc boys down to die for Diddy
My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, make me filthy
Touch mine until you receive and kill
Like I'm knowing every heathen will
Closed the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic City of the networks
Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net works


[Outro: Diddy]
F*ck you wanna talk about?
F*cking jewelries and Bentley's and Hublot's
And f*cking art that niggas ain't got on their f*cking walls
And f*cking mansions niggas ain't got
Niggas can't even pay the IRS, let alone their f*cking staff, nigga
You gotta tell the truth, man
The truth'll set you free, son
The truth will set you free



The Devil Is A Lie

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Masterminds! We gon' get this forever
You know whenever we link up, my nigga
They think this shit comes from outer space or something
Nigga, let's get this money nigga
Masterminds: ROC, MMG! Jay, I got it, I got it

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Four stacks for the heels on my bitch feet
Car seats still smelling like 10 ki's
Tell a plug that I'm lookin' for increase
Wingstop, fat boy need a 10 piece
Say a nigga name and the car start
Nigga switching lane to lane like WalMart
Sippin Bordeaux out in Bordeaux
Hazard lights flashing on the four-door
Switch the Benzo for the Enzo
Back to the Benzo when the ends low
Switch my old bitch for my new bitch
Cause my new bitch something like a nympho
F*ck the game raw when I came in it
Getting money ever since I came in it
You couldn't stop me if you tried
Motherf*cker cause the devil is a lie

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Big guns and big whips
Rich nigga talkin' big shit
Double cup, gold wrist
Double up on that blow, bitch
Two mil on that I-95
Bow your head cuz it's time to pay tithes
Opposition want me dead or alive
Motherf*cker but the devil is a lie
The devil is a lie, bitch I'm the truth
The devil is a lie, bitch I'm the proof
The devil is a lie, the devil is a lie
Bitch I'm alive, the devil is a lie

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Two kings on the big screen
Niggas seen a 36 at 16
100k for the 16
Nigga's stick dirty but his dick clean
My money goin' on the deep end
Talkin' half a milli for the weekend
Contract like a nigga play defense
Curtains in the Maybach bitch peek in
Now the bitches wanna car hop
6 cribs for the cars in the car lot
Dope boys on the goal nigga
Went gold 6 times for a goal nigga
Black bottle and a bad bitch
Club all money where the cash is
Dubai I can do it like a sheikh
Top floor nigga Burj Khalifa

[Hook: Rick Ross & Jay-Z]

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Is it truth or it's fiction, is it truth or it's fiction
Is Hova atheist? I never f*ck with True Religion
Am I down with the devil cuz my roof come up missin'
Is that Lucifer juice in that two cup he sippin'
That's D'usse baby welcome to the dark side
Coulda got black list for the crack shit
White jesus in my crock pot
I mix the shit with some soda
Now black jesus turn water to wine
And all I had to do was turn the stove up
East Coast, winnin' at life, nigga, cheat code
The hatin' is flagrant, hit your free throws
The devil try to hit me with the RICO, them black people
Devil want these niggas hate they own kind
Gotta be illuminati if a nigga shine
Oh we can't be a nigga if a nigga rich?
Oh we gotta be the devil that's some nigga shit
You seen what I did to the stop and frisk
Brooklyn on the Barney's like we own the bitch
Give the money to the hood, now we all win
Got that Barney's floor lookin like a VIM
Black hoodie, black skully
Bravado like Mavado, boy I'm that gully
Gettin white money but I'm still black
All these niggas claiming king but I'm still that
King Hova, Mansa Musa
Told my lot, the devil is a lie, I'm the truth ya

[Hook: Rick Ross & Jay-Z]



Mafia Music III

(feat. Sizzla, Mavado)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
GABOS, game ain’t based on sympathy
So he put a hit on his cousin in 18th
A sweet potato pie, oh me, oh my
Showing no remorse watching the others cry
Heroin sales, detectives'll sell
A lot of yellow tape, where that Obama care?
This the mob, bitch, silk underwear
Yeezy concerts, Kim Instagrams
Niggas hating, though they studied my moves
I'm like Farrakhan, in view of hundreds of Jews
Two attempts on my life, they threatened venues
Can't you see what I am? The hustle continue
I bought more jewels, I ordered the Wraith
I got a new style of shoes, match the watch in the face
Bill Belichick, coaching and calling the shots
Throw a yellow flag, pussy nigga body drops
Then we celebrate, black bottles pop
Time to elevate, we re-open shop
Wale a genius, Meek Mill a superstar
My new crib in Phoenix, ten car garage
Patek Philippe, platinum Audemars
Ain't no tags needed, nigga, I own them cars
I know them bitches, we met them broads
Never loved one, fucked them all
I'm a fucking dog, Ricky fucking Ross
Nigga, Birkin bags just for my runner-ups
But my main bitch she get the main dish
Not the old range, that was a lame bitch
Brazilian weave, she say I came quick
I let her see a hundred ki's, a gift from St. Nick
Moving bricks like it's Black Friday
She gotta fuck me or call me a fat crybaby
Looking over my shoulder, I can't trust a soul
Bought a spot in Anguilla just for me and my ho
Glock .40, even when I shower
Chrome .22 in my swimming towel
Mob ties and I pray the music set me free
May the powers that be better let me be

[Hook: Mavado]
Ya better not be around when the sun goes down
And the real, real killers them out for ya
It's gonna be be a bloodshed
One buss, one dead, it's gonna be a bloodshed
Gun- gunshot inna head

[Verse 2: Mavado]
Payback is a motherfucker
Yes I feel it when I squeeze the trigger
I feel the air when my enemies die
I feel the strength of ten killer
What is to be will be
Only God alone can kill me
‘Cause these fucking streets filthy
And I ain't fucking guilty

Can't stand to take no chance from no guy, know why?
Violent gangster and bullets fly, one guy
Guns go off, or so we say
Murder, action, anywhere

[Hook: Mavado]

[Outro: Mavado]
[?], out the doors them screaming
The entire country [?], you don't know the meaning
[?], I must be dreaming
[?], and we know we got a demon



War Ready

Sentence should now-now be pronounced I'll ask that you stand for sentence, please Mr. *** it is the sentence of the court that your custody be committed to the department of corrections for confinement of the *** state prisons without passability and parole for the remainder of your life. You may be seated

[Rick Ross]
War ready
You got shooters, I've got shooters
We've got money
Let's do what them other niggas can't do
Nigga got a thousand guns, nigga
If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga
F*ck with me nigga, huh?

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
17 I was chargin' niggas 17
Ridin' clean, youngest nigga in the Medellín
Bomber green, in that thang, in the middle lane
Did some thangs for my niggas which I can't explain
Versace slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, f*ck with my petty chains
F*ck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my life
War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight
War ready, fast cash above the law
War ready, gas mask when them choppers talk

[Hook: Tracy T]
Killas on front line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama crying when you're war ready
Just another homicide cause we war ready
Killas on the front line when you're war ready
Chopper shoot a thousand rounds when you're war ready
Just another mama crying cause we're war ready
Just another homicide when you're war ready
War, war, war

[Interlude: Young Jeezy]
A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one. 21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe.
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this. Yeah I wish they could see this. I'll never fall for what I stand for.
This year Fernando. We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cuz

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Box Chevy hit the block, run the whole 50 shots
You just poppin' 'til you know you can't pop 'em no more
We done came through the block and sold many color drops
And these mothaf*ckas think you can't drop 'em no more
All right, a nigga put some change on your head
Damn right, f*ck around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi scales and a couple Denzels
And you mothaf*ckin' right, this a safe house
Give me the K and a shovel, I'll bury that nigga
Be his pallbearer, so I can carry that nigga
What you gonna hit him with, the Glock or the chop?
Look I wouldn't give a f*ck if they were sharin' that nigga
You mothaf*ckas out here always talkin'
'Bout what another mothaf*cka said
Yeah I got that FNH when that mothaf*cka finna hostin'
I ain't out here to mothaf*ckin' play
Why these f*ck niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'?
Either you're livin' like a ho or you're dyin' 'bout somethin'
Try to let that Rollie breathe but it's hidin' in my sleeve
Like that motherf*cker timid or shy about somethin'
Tomorrow ain't promised, nigga roll up that weed
Gotta stay strapped to live the life I lead
Start your own alphabet with all them G's
Open up a hundred doors with all them keys
Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run
Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter
Shit bag leave a grown nigga in a diaper
Hangin' out the Rolls, on your mark, get set
Let it go, yeah hold that bitch steady
When that ritalin get to rushin' and them drums get to bussin'
Yeah I hope you pussy niggas war ready


[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Follow in my footstep, I was born to die a soldier
Nigga couldn't walk a mile, found him naked in the river
Shout out to the Vice Lords, shout out to my Blood nigga
Shout out to them GD's, where that Crip love, nigga?
Shout out to them dopeboys, owe it to the plug, nigga
I could die a thousand times, will never die a f*ck nigga
Shoutout to my city, too, my clip hold a 62
Ridin' down on 63, rest in peace to [?]
Heroin and quinine
Cut that bitch a thousand times
Phone call said he need a brick
I text him back, "Come stand in line"
You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch
Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch


War ready
If you ain't ready to die about it
Don't even mention it to a nigga like me, baby
I went from nothing, nigga, to $60 million, nigga
Walking around in my motherf*ckin' Belaire Rosé [?]
Evander Holyfield's estate, nigga
$25 million, nigga
$6 million in marble, $2 million in drapes
Another 5 in chandeliers
230 acres, nigga
That's just one of the many properties, nigga
War ready
And I'm down to die 'bout that
We gon' ride 'bout that
So you know we ready to slide 'bout that
Cut that check, nigga
Whatcha money like, huh?
It's hard to go to war with $70 million, nigga
Read the obituary, nigga
Print that motherf*cker in [?], nigga
What's a hassa?
What's a hassa?
That's you, haha
I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha
I'm not gonna kill you, though, haha
Hey Black, kill this motherf*cker

[gun shots]



What A Shame

[Intro: Rick Ross]
What a shame, what a shame
Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga

[Hook: French Montana]
This is it, boy
Stacking money to the sky, getting rich, haaaan
Stacking bricks to the sky, this is it, haaaan
When my dogs getting high getting rich, haaaan
And a nigga rich, haaaan

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga
Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga
Beamer on the Boulevard, everybody know it's me
Bordeaux Polo, smoke eternal weed
No room for nonsense, you under new ownership
Pulling niggas' cards, giving shooters bonuses
F*ck the rumors, now I'm standing in a room with ya
Face, gut, buck 50, got two pistols
We the knights of the templar
Born dopeboy, oh, I should've been [?]
Def Jam see me as a threat now
Hundred mill, any less is a let down


[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Full magazine, bitch, shoot for the stars
Snatch a nigga chain just for posing on the blog
Assassinate a name, nigga spraying in the dark
Hate you with a passion, but he asking for a job
Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga
Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga
Getting money while them other boys bitter
I'm an artist and my niggas are the realest
What a shamme pussy niggas wear glitter
Put to sleep by the pillowcase killer
Black Benz, black weed, black bottle, nigga
Rich, dirty niggas still mobbing, nigga





I just left the New United States, embassy
Somewhere in Georgia it's 109 rooms
I saw 30 bitches and 30 rooms and I was on the wrong side of the house4

[Rick Ross]
Anytime me and Scott Scorch get together you gotta call this the Iluminati
Whenever you see the G it represents God and geometry
That's what the extensive for
I'mma tell you never be with them
Nah, I'm just f*ckin' with you
Aye, Scott, I'm just f*ckin' with you, baby

[Verse 1]
Speeding in the Ghost on the phone with jewlers
My new bitch out of D.C., call me Ricky the Ruler
Gotta gather my concentration while counting my stacks
I got eight car notes and just lost me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, women jocking my ride
300 horses in this bitch, need a jockey inside
False floors for firearms is how you should ride
Tried to murder me while in mine so that's how I survived
My deal with Def Jam just set me for life
Wanted to chapel the the BM, man, I'm just rolling the dice
Big numbers, I'm John Wall, I'm balling tonight
Just joking, my sense of humor is like one of a kind
Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind

Tell me it's real
Tell me this is real, baby
How does it feel?
How does it feel?

[Verse 2]
[?] Liberace on riches and bitch
Charm ciy boys get a whole city of brick
Through the wire we wetting niggas, set the shit on fire
My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on fishing isle
Peddle mari- with Tony Jacob, BK's full of paper
Made a killing on my [?] every shooter
My niggas, we grew apart, they joined the rival gang
Caught them slipping, gave them a pass throwing pistols at surviving gang
Next time boss gotta turn his back on 'em
Letting young boys (brrrrat) on 'em
Facts, never find me with the fake look
Trapping little Davis, bitch, just take me to the cakebook
Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace look
You cheating on me, hitting homie, nigga, Facebook
She hitting on me than a motherf*cking Facebook

Tell me it's real, I wanna know
How does it feel, yeah, how does it feel?

[Verse 3]
Clean-made diaper, you filthy as shit
They partitioning for the women, how busy we get
From the scotch, the large mop, bet the linking feel
It's all a dream and never wake me up until it's real
Duffle bags, that's for the homie when he coming home
He never told and he never used the telephone
He on swole and that nigga need a telephone
In a Range Rover and a real nigga got it for him

You wanna know how does it feel
I know, I bet it must feel so real
Tell me it's real, I wanna know
How does it feel to be so real=

You know when hanging with billion dollar niggas
One of the perks is getting to meet all these billion dollar bitches
I just met a bitch who never gets jetlag
I spent 10 thousand dollars on her best bag
You underdig that




A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
Wanna gain it all, but you gon' lose your life
A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
Nigga crib so big it's a damn shame
Nigga's selling white for a gold chain

[Verse 1]
I've been trained to go since a young nigga stepped off the porch
Catch me in the kitchen, kilo, hey bring the fork
I've been trying to hold it down with these niggas living so foul
Grunting out on niggas intent of knocking ya down
Bang - your window shattered like it never mattered
You moving weight, your pockets getting fatter
It's politics when it come to sticks
See mass of blood, nigga want a brick
My money funny, but you gotta love it
High heel thugging in Magic City, these bitches f*cking
Your homie doing tax since they call it fraud
I'm in and out of traffic, still moving hard

A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
A nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white

[Verse 2]
Take a look at me, I'm trapping
No excuses, I'm stacking, talking hundred on top of hundred
Them 100 making the magic blow
A hundred in a day, a hundred different ways
Rich nigga, bitch, put a hundred in my grave
Make my headstone read "head of MMG"
That's another hundred mill, really, you can come and see
Forbes dot com, I'm the Teflon Don
Too close to a nigga as a motherf*cking bomb
Trayvon Martin, I'm never missing my target
Bitch niggas hating, tell me it's what I'm parking
Wingstop owner, lend me pepper aroma
Young, black nigga, barely got a diploma

A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
A nigga sitting in the Phantom and it's white on white
A nigga black, but he selling white
A nigga black, but he selling white
20 grand a night if you can get it right
A nigga sitting in the Benz and it's white on white

[Verse 3]
Showing 'til the day I die, I'mma look up at the sky
Young trap star, reap, the world is mine
Proceeding with my grind like police is on my line
Instagramming shit for all the teachers I despised
Never saw my vision, you only saw me suspended
Now my white bitches be f*cking me 'til I'm windy
Breathe, breathe, young nigga, breathe
If your ass wasn't rapping, what would you be?




Dope Bitch Skit

I love a Daytona rose gold Rolex, the black face, I got a Fendi fur, some Tom Ford thigh high's and a crocodile Birkin. That's not basic right here
Not basic?
Nah, no basic bitches allowed
Basic bitches make me nervous. Yes. They make me nervous. You wanna impress? Yeah, I'm gon' show you. If you're a boss, this stack right here falls out of your pocket, you don't even got time to pick it up. (You keep walking) You don't got time. You keep going. It's probably not worth your time. (Your minutes cost more than the stack.) Keep it moving. Keep it fresh. (Keep it fresh. Keep it money, baby. All day.) It's our money dance. I have my basic bitches pick up my money for me. I pay my basic bitches to pick up my money for me
Alright, that's cool
I tell 'em keep it. Buy something nice. I heard Raven's having a sale. Yes. You know the real boss bitches though? It's called George condo. Make me a f*cking one of a kind
One in one's
One in one's
How much was it?
Priceless, baby
Priceless. So what's a typical shopping day for you? How much?
Typical shopping [?] it's never typical with me
That day you go
It depends on what kind of mood I'm in that day
You're in the mood to shop
I'm in the mood to shop?
Can't put a price on that
She doesn't wanna make you nervous
I don't wanna make you nervous, baby. I don't wanna make you nervous
I don't think you can. I ain't been nervous in a minute, in a while
You sure? You're not nervous right now?
Do I look nervous? I'm relaxed
I'm so relaxed. I'm probably too relaxed
You're relaxed
Let's make him a little nervous
How are we gonna make you nervous?
Give him my number
I don't think you can
You sure? My shoes don't make you nervous?
Not at all
Are you sure? My wrists?
That's a nice wrist
How about my earrings? They make you nervous?
Nah? My weave make you nervous?
You wanna know what basic bitches do? They wash their hair with shampoo. You know what we wash our hair with?
I wash my hair with f*cking champagne, baby. (All day) Champagne. (All day)
I hope it's Belaire Rosé
I bathe in Belaire Rosé. I have people wash me in Belaire Rosé. People f*cking throw rose petals at me when I walk by. They throw Belaire Rosé
Why they do that?
I'm a f*cking boss. Ugh. Was that good? How was that? Ugh. I can't take [?] Was that great?
But there really is a lot of money on the floor. What is that?



In Vein

[Intro: The Weeknd]
I don't got a single sober vein in my body
I don't got a single sober vein in my body

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Don't apologize, I quite enjoy messy
I see that bottle after bottle got you goin' crazy
And doin' shows after shows got me so lazy
So ride it out for me, and take it off for me
It's a good vibe, good vibe, good vibe
Don't you ever threaten niggas with a good time
She wanna buy a dream, I said I don't sell it
But she can rent it for a night, I don't mind, open wide
Cause all this fame, I earned it, I might as well use it
Private elevator goin' straight to my unit
All my niggas 'round me, gettin' kickback pussy
All my killas 'round me, all be hiding in Stussy
Can't nobody stop me, used to be homeless
Now that penthouse at the Ritz where my home is
Tour bus like a National Geographic
Bitches runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom

[Hook: The Weeknd]
It makes me smile, it makes me smile
Cause I got it
It makes me smile, it makes me smile
Cause I got it
All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece
But now we got it
Man look at the kid now, can nobody stop me
I don't got a single sober vein in my body

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
F*ck it like a thug nigga, young nigga, new Ferrari
Old money, I just 'fraid the lord with us
Condo blow money, like it's all dope money
Come short wet niggas, like a speed boat coming, oh lord
Mo money, mo money, these rich young niggas ain't ever know money
Bel-Air running down the Rollie on her arm
Pinky ring six-hundred, what you know about it
I'm the champ, baby, Real Deal Holyfield
Got the [?] went and bought the crib
25 mil, I'm doing 25-to-life
100 acres, keep my shooters all through the night
Every chandelier rented, one-mil
20 chandelier's moterf*cker who real
I just wanna show her what I live like
Wearing a white burqa on a winter night
F*ck a burqa now she in the Bentley
That's when she went and tatted double M G
Now I ballin' deep, deeper than the rap
She give me brain she a mastermind to be exact
I give her game and she give it back
Sip syrup so I f*ck slow, sip more I wanna f*ck more
Gotta grind 'till your eyes close, stay strapped till the trap close
They scream Maybach on the cell blocks
All my dogs who used to sell Glocks
They say the niggas in the jail talk
How your homies commissary fell off, what make it worse he get an elbows
25-to-life dead wrong on the cell phone





[Intro: Sample]
There's a few million angels movin' around me
I just worship thee, for all he's done for me
It's a new day, I have been born again
I've been born again, I've been born again
In His spirit, and His name
I'm sanctified!
Lord I testify
He's right by my side
I believe it be
His word is so clear to me
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Big Sean & Kanye West]
All I wanted was 100 million dollars and a bad bitch
Plus that paper chasin', it done turn me to a savage
Groupies in the lobby they just tryna get established
God, I've been guilty, fornicatin' from my status

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Niggas be lovin' the old Ye, they sayin' the new Ye, that nigga be spazzin'
But when Ali turn up and be Ali, you can't ever take that nigga back to Cassius
So you can gon' and make them lies, but I'm so sanctified
I don't sweat it, wipe my forehead with a hankerchief
And wash my sins in the blood of Jesus
People sayin', "Ye we need another Yeezus"
Lames try to tell me, "Cut the wilin' out, out"
But who the f*ck is you reachin'
Past me? 30 bottles champagne precession
That's that Holy water, sanctified refreshments
God sent me a message, said I'm too aggressive
Really!? Me!? Too aggressive!?

[Bridge: Sample]
Feel his blessings wash away my sins
I'm sanctified and, I have been born again
Now I proclaim, hallowed be thy name

[Hook: Big Sean]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Keys to my success, I get new keys and new address
Bitches that I date don't get degrees but they can dress
Felatio's amazin', make grilled cheese for you, the best
Major coke figure, I'm the fresh David Koresh
Soldiers all in Al-Qaeda, new Mercades for cadets
Balmain uniform, you know Donda designed the vest
Double M, that be the Army, better yet the Navy
Baby seen me in that rave, wanna have my baby
All I wanted was a hundred million dollars and a bad bitch
Now I want two hundred and menage in my palace
Walkin' out the jeweler with no mothaf*ckin' balance
Somewhere in Jamaica I'm still holdin' on my chalice
Rims on my Ferrari, my bitch said that I was childish
'Til I f*ck a girl, that girl tweeted that I was stylish
When we f*cked again, she said "That was just some foul shit"
I walk into the room, you can even hear all the silence

[Bridge: Sample]



Walkin On Air

[Intro: Rick Ross]
I pray we all live forever
I pray I'm a servant to all prophets
[?], rich forever

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Money on my head, pussy boy, that ain't enough
Bullet to your trap strapped in my armored truck
Your mami house next, tell that bitch to duck
Ain't no sympathying in the city streets
That's all I ever heard from my older G's
She say she love me, but I know she play for keeps
Slip a black snake in a nigga's sheets
Bought a bitch a hundred acres, all red roses
Half you niggas' Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royce's on dirt roads, we dopeboys
Baptized by the dopeboys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow, wow, oh

I'm walking on air

I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big
I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big
We do it big, bitch, we do it big

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm into fashion, nigga, trying to bap this
My loyalty respected all across the atlas
I can have you and your team finalized
All your kids scream in your mouth, cyanide
Holy Ghost, the divine spirit
My heart pure, he a real nigga
She let me f*ck early so she trustworthy
Her pussy sacred so she getting all the purses
In his name I'm Supreme Lord
The Book of Leviticus is the spring boy
Jesus Christ, look at this nigga's ice
Better yet, look at this nigga's life


[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
You already know, I give and go and I get that dough
Nigga with that O, I move that shit like tic tac toe
And these be niggas hating like ''Meek Mill, how you get that hope?''
Cause I get that dough, and I switch that flow, just check my style
Look at that gold on my wrist on some shit
Make a call, ''who is this?'', think it's Benjie on the line
And he called, tried to flip, what I do?
Make a call, call Papi, four brick in
Papi call José cause José got fifth
Now I'm 30,000 feet up with my feet up, rolling weed up
Pussy niggas couldn't blow us, couldn't beat us
Throwing curveballs in the field to get your ear like Derek Jeter
Double M, that's the team, I love to G us, yeah

[Bridge: Rick Ross]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait a minute, wait a minute
I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big
I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big
We do it big, bitch, we do it big

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
F*ck a tutor, better get a shooter
Teach your ass a lesson when they running to ya
Fiends lining up like we having communions
This my daily bread and you niggas consumers
All I ever wanted was to make the scrilla
Have a recording session with J.Dilla
Selassie, Exodus
Corinthian, Leviticus
I'm on that bus, I study well
Getting money, bitches know me well



Thug Cry

I just wanna be the one
I just wanna be the one you love
I just wanna be the one you run to when you're down
I just wanna, I just wanna fly

Ima show you tonight
That Ima put it on you baby
Take you past the sky...

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Wake up in the world and I'm just another nigga
Call it public housing when you next door to the killers
On them corners it gets better as you go
Grind that motherf*cker 'till it's yellow brick road
Free as a bird, spoken word in my verse
On my knees praying, niggas shooting in the church
Wake up out my sleep in another cold sweat
I lived on Billboard, where the f*ck to go next?
Go against the odds, youngin' go and get a job
Another country boy they want back on the farm
So far from my goals but I'm close to my kids
Gon' cry for Mac Dre throwing up the Thizz

[Hook: Sample]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Well let me light one for my problems
Smoking on that loud, pumping up that volume
Get it cracking like an eggshell in this motherf*cker make omelettes
Get a bad bitch that posts up like comments
They don't know what I been through, don't know what I'm going through
As long as I get through that's what I look forward to
Richer than a bitch but still I can't afford to
Let these niggas play with me need to be remorseful
I swear I got that silencer on that Mac 9 and I kill these niggas with silence
My head stay in the clouds, I really feel like a giant
Can't trust none of these niggas, I murk one of these niggas
Then bury one of these niggas, still got dirt under my fingers, that
Ain't a threat that's fact cause they coming at my neck like the best a man can get
To make a long story short I need a shoulder because the devil on one
The other one I'm looking over


[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Niggas hating like it's Salt Lake City
No tints on that pretty ass Bentley
Want you to know that them comments don't offend me
Cause your baby mama so friendly
I proceed with the plan, weed in my hand
Ciroc in my cup, quick pic for a fan
Money over bitch, first nigga [?]
Double M, we handle business
Cause them niggas getting raped
Go get the yellow tape, it's well orchestrated
200 acres estates, a young nigga made it
Came from the hood, ain't nothing changed
Still lemon pepper on my motherf*cking wings


[Outro: Rick Ross]
Sometimes I ask myself, do thugs cry?



Blessing In Disguise

(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

[Verse 1: Scarface]
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed breeds jealousy, nigga, out here when getting fo's
Catch a nigga slipping, put a bullet in his temple
Homie, it's the same rules, money talks, simple my kinfolk
Call it what I'm living like the high life
Only if he knew what I had to do to keep my mind right
I tell you I got 20/20 hindsight
See it in the distance, hieroglyphics keep the rhymes tight
My mind like, game recognize that
Real recognize real, steel .45 strapped
Underneath the white tee, Zimmerman get shot down
Hero, it ain't nothing but a sandwich, call the cops now
F*ck the police, stop running
White boys terrorize nigga' neighborhoods, gunning
Down the innocent, and then the beginning ends
You was doing 50 in the 35, the ending is
You fit the description of the subject in this incident
We gon' have to take you downtown for some questionin'
Damn, a blessin in disguise if you ask me
I was just about to hit the highway with my last key
Could it be that maybe God is intervenes
With my life like he did so many times in between
A half a block away from the crime scene
A minute earlier and that was me, think
I've been knowing Ross since he was Teflon
Same nigga now it was back then, nothing stepped on
Dopeman, dopeman yelling
Cook it 'til it's rock hard, bag it up, sell it
Aroma so loud, so loud that you can smell it
Kept to them niggas getting caught go and tell it

[Hook: Z-Ro]
Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me
But y'all don't know a damn thing about me
Just what you see, that's what you judge me on
Every time I turn around the guilty be pointing fingers at me
Homie, I'm just trying to be all I can be
But not for free, that's why the f*ck we roll
I need that

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Can't even believe this day here, my nigga
I remember us sitting in the parking lot talking about getting money

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Cracks in the wall, standing in the puddle
Sunny south Florida, a cold motherf*cker
Ready for a war, barely wanna talk
Ballys on, my nigga, as they walking back and forth
Makes you wanna hustle, take care of my brothers
Raymond passed away, here's something for his mother
It never is enough, trying to show her that I love him
We were fishing buddies, breed the dog, split the puppies
Pictures on the wall, bitches we done raw
Niggas getting robbed, the only shit that we can solve
We all wanna get it, ball for a minute
Accept collect calls, tell our dawgs that we did it
Plenty money orders, that what uncle Kenny taught us
Keep your face clean when you're out here bending corners
Always keep in mind, you fall in love a thousand times
Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by your side
Artificial homies, worse than the ages
When you parking all your cars, they wanna know the payments
Rose petals stripping on the casket
Baby boy done grew into a bastard
On that lean, you know I f*ck her fantastic
Work white as Rita Ora in that plastic
Took shots, shed tears, that's war
Bust bottles on yachts, stand tall
Catch a case, don't talk, that's raw
Scarface, Rick Ross: big boys
Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big boys


[Outro: Z-Ro]
I need that



Paradise Lost

(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

Magic City
Where the palm trees and the bright lights look so pretty
Don't lose your soul chasing that pot of gold

[Verse 1:]
I'm trying to go where I can't go
Trying to be what I can't be
I wanna teach you what I can't show
We gotta reach what we can't reach
Trying to shine when the sun won't
I gotta grind as I gun toke
She's rolling weed as I'm doing me
I kept the G's, she can count on me
Wonderful times, lay a head for a young nigga
Like the day she told her that I was a drug dealer
That explains how the cars came
And all the big money at the car games¨
I roll dice with the low-lives
Timb boots and the coke nice
New Porsche, smoke lights
Young nigga, get your dough right

Get your money right
Children gotta change, but they don't have a thing
All this drug dealing, it's killing our brother, mane
The cost of feeling freedom, but they don't understand
If we don't do it now we really don't have a chance
My sister, my brother, get your money right
Live for a celebration, build your mastermind
It's time to make a living, my brother, get your money right


[Verse 2:]
I wanna go where I can't go
In Dubai smoking dank smoke
No charges for the cellphones
But I charge 'em just to sell for
Peach Ciroc and the L's long
Get to meet Barack rub elbows
We the ones that never got the pale brinks
Full sale at your [?] stack
I just wanna sign another lease
Mentality of a young nigga in the streets
But I think it's time to buy that home
And if you got it give your man a loan
And if you bought it we can leave it 'lone
My niggas write it on their teeth of gold
All gold grills, but to each his own
Got in power to put my people on

Writer: Williams, Roberts II
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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